I keep you guys close at hand.

I've been reading some very sexy posts recently. Having the Internet on my phone has greatly increased my happiness as I get to keep up on how everyone's doing throughout the workdays. The only drag is that it's kind of a bitch to leave comments from my phone. It's such a tedious process that I usually just make a note to share it in my blog's sidebar and try to remember to go back and comment from my laptop when I get home. At least I can use email or Twitter to communicate with you guys while I'm out and about.

Some recent favorites include posts by Bella, Emma, Bad Bad Girl, Hubman and his lovely Veronica. SouthernGirl's last HNT keeps coming to mind and giving me insatiable thoughts. Sexie Sadie continues to wow me, both in pictures and in words and confessions. From the serious to the silly, there is a lot of quality writing out there that keeps me engaged and interested. Speaking of silly, we received a fun package from Osbasso in the mail yesterday and were inspired to take some pictures. After taking said pictures (which will be posted later), I snapped a few of myself. Exhibitionist that I am, I'm happy to post and share one of those shots here.

HNT: Coat Weather

Not a hot pic as HNTs go, but good enough for what I've got. I'm not a
guy who likes the cold much. Florida is often where I'd rather be,
especially this time of year.

I do, however, like wearing my winter coat. When the temps start to
drop, I look forward to having to wear this long, black coat of mine.
It's missing a button and could use a bit of attention in some areas,
but it just feels good putting it on.

As always, visit Osbasso and see everyone who plays HNT each week. He's a great guy and I'm glad to have met him. And the lovely blogger of Having My Cake and Eating It Too has a good post tonight that I encourage everyone to read.

Peace.

My last night alone.

I hope so anyway. There are certain benefits to being stuck in a hotel
room and away from domestic routines, but they don't make up for
missing the family. I haven't seen my wife since Thursday and I can't
say enough how happy she makes me when she's around. That said, I'm a
bit lost when she's not nearby.

Frantic mornings getting everyone out of the house and off to school
and work are always nice if only to view her soft and sexy form as she
moves around the rooms collecting the essentials for her day. I wake
up here each morning in this very nice hotel room, well-rested and
refreshed, but I much prefer that rushed, quick kiss as she starts the
car and begins her busy day.

Admittedly, I am enjoying the quiet of my private room. My wife
deserves to have the same opportunity to miss the family a bit. As
soon as we get a little financial wiggle room, she should book a room
for herself and escape for a day or two, even if it's just a few miles
from home.

Habits of Night

Nocturnal I am. Clocked out and all stripped down, alone in my room
listening to Waits' Swordfishtrombones while the snow outside my
window gives all of the cars outside equal coverage, I wonder what it
is I want to share tonight.

No beers for me as there would just be too much work involved to walk
to the nearest store. My shift will probably begin early in the
morning and so I've got to figure out how to fall asleep approximately
four hours earlier than usual. I could pay a visit to literotica and
ease myself into a sleepier state, but I'm strangely not in the mood
right now. I'd rather read beat poetry this evening. Maybe I'll try to
find some poems by Bukowski I haven't read yet.

One thing, I'm glad to have you guys around. I'm a touch less lonely
sharing these moments with you all. When I get back to sleeping at
home instead of in a hotel and having my laptop around, I'll get back
to commenting on your blogs. It's a tedious task on an iPhone. Until
then, I'm happy to visit and read quietly from my snowy city.

Out Damn Typo!

There's a typo in the post below and I can't correct it with my
iPhone. I pretend that it doesn't bother me and yet here I am drawing
attention to it in a brand new post.

To really know me is to roll your eyes often. :)

Hotel

I'm feeling very Barton Fink right now. Alone in a hotel and writing
while feeling that I have no business trying to write. Best to read
what others have aready written and hope that John Goodman doesn't
make my aquaintance.

I've had a beer but don't tell my boss. I've taken an uninterrupted
bath and I'm feeling quite clean and alert. Also, I'm wishing one of
you was with me right now. Or two or three of you.

In honor of the great writer who died this week, I'm toasting all of
the Holdens out there, dealing with the "phonies" of the world. I was
one of those many young readers to discover Salinger, starting at page
one on a random teenage night and not stopping until I reached the
very end of his The Catcher In The Rye.

My literary father gave me the book and, in a spare bedroom in my
grandparents' Cincinnati apartment, I stayed up all night with the
book that would probably shape me more than I can fathom even now.

To the Holdens, to the dreamers, to the people for whom the Universe
will always be that beautiful yet taunting mystery, you are life as I
love it most.

Just like in that Cincinnati apartment so many years ago, I'm alone in
a room tonight with the heat turned up on high. My grandparents have
since passed on, however, and my parents now have that title. It won't
be too many years before I'm a grandfather, too. Presumably, I should
probably feel all grown up by now. Not even close.

No hurry though. I suppose I'm enjoying the ride as beat as I can. I
hope that your night is peaceful. Thanks for stopping by.

HNT: Music Memories

Ain't Pandora great? I've got a friend who loves it even more than I do. He envisions a near future where no one needs to own a collection of music ever again since he enjoys listening to Pandora so much. I'm not quite there; I do love my collection of Tom Waits CDs, French music compilations and specific, favorite operas. What Pandora does, of course, is opens my ears to tunes and artists I had never heard of before. It also lets me easily immerse myself into genres that I loved in my youth but moved away from over the years. Case in point, last Friday I entered My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult into its search field and was immediately taken back to those high school memories of driving around with my friends on nefarious nights that are best left not discussed here.

Then there's "Killer" by Seal that just played this morning. I was working in a record store when that song was out. That was a good seller on cassingle. I was in my early twenties and sharing a rental house with a buddy back then. My memory of that song though is tied to a night in my driveway with a female friend. It had been a good three years or so since I had last had sex and, being shy, I had missed out on who knows how many opportunities. But my life was filled with listening to music and hanging out with a couple of music geek-type friends and going to concerts and club shows.

This female friend I'm remembering had eyes for me and didn't let my shyness get in the way. We had just returned from hearing a band and while sitting in her car in my driveway she reached over, unzipped my jeans, and gave me head. I remember everything about that night. It led to a nice three month relationship consisting of lots and lots of sex, making up for those dry spell years. The song playing at that moment was some long mix of "Killer." Even then, I recall thinking that it was a great, fucking song. I hope my friend's doing well these days. Last I heard, she fell for a bass player in a local band that had some pretty decent national success for a bit.

I'm forty now and thinking that I really haven't changed too much in these fifteen or so years. I'm happily married and have kids always around. I can't afford to got to concerts anymore, but I see my fair share of live shows on the Internet. Instead of club bouncers, I have baby gates in the hallway.